I was on my morning walk through the open landscape near my home. Most of the Snake River Plain is a desert covered by sagebrush and other dry plants this time of year. The breeze in the air began to pick up from the west. I could see grey clouds looming in the sky behind the Cedar Butte. Loose plants were lofted across Highway 26. As I turned to head back home a gust of wind from a dust devil came right at me and pushed me to the ground. More dry weeds, rolling, hopping and finally attacking man and rodent alike. It was a scene from the attack of the killer tumbleweed and I was its prey.(c) A. Nation Author